“Everyone else I could call is dead.”
“I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.”
“I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin.For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then:"Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.”
“She called, "Aurora!" in a penetrating voice that could cause a small bird to fall dead out of the sky.”
“We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive. This is Russia and it is 1952. What else would you call hell?”
“Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.”